HR...Muddlers are awesome for that. They are a MULTI TASKING fly for sure.
As far as the chumming, something I have never done. Around here it is more the San Juan shuffle that gets the FF is a tizzy, so I am sure throwing a handful of Hoppers would be grounds for a hanging.
I wonder though, are they illegal on no bait waters? you aren't fishing with them, I mean there is no hook.

I do fish Hair Hoppers, and stoneflies, plus foam beetles, ants and stones. Very buoyant and great for dropping a nymph off of.

Have you had a chance yet to try the new Beavertail Foam Body Cutter?
If so what are your thoughts?

I also have another question you might be able to answer. Have you ever used Widows Web from Montana Fly Company? If so do you happen to know of a shop that stocks it.
Here is what I'm talking about (in case you haven't heard of it).

I have cut a few bodies and even attached the rubber formed legs, but haven't finished it yet. I will and post a picture.

I have the "WEB WING" material by Wapsi (I think). I do use it allot. I like it fine, but think I prefer the feather and my wing burners. It was in a close out for a buck a sheet so I went for it.
The cutters are soooo kewl.

I like your picture...do you like using CDC. I have a bunch and even the magic tool, but I just don't use CDC much. I think cause when it gets slimed, it sinks and you can't put floatant on it. I do use the Frog Fanny though. CDC is awesome for #26 and #28 emergers.

I haven't done it for over 25 years (Chumming) so I figure the statute of limitations has run out on me. If in fact you were not fishing but just tossing a bug on the surface of the water for a fish to eat there is no foul. If you follow the natural (that you introduced) with your cast it's a no play.

I loved it, I have also caught three very large Brown Trout after hooking a small Creek Chubs. The first one was on Kettle creek in Pa. back in the early 80's, while the little guy was doing the St. Vitus dance with my fly in his mouth I saw him engulfed by a huge fish. Ascertaining the situation I stripped line from my reel and watched as the big guy swam back under the stump / brush pile combo from whence he had came. After waiting a sufficient time I gently reeled the fish (who barely fought at all) in and keeping an extreme low profile (read that as lying down) I netted him with so little fuss it still seems hard to believe. The fact that the big fish (26") was not hooked and not feeling any pain had to be a factor because he gave very little resistance. If anything I would say he seemed confused when I scooped him up in my net.

When I say low profile I mean LOW! They go nuts when they see you, the lower you can get the less traumatic being caught is for a fish. My opinion that is. I pulled the fly from the Chub who's head was still visible in the big Trouts gullet and by the time my buddy Steve ran down stream to see it all he saw was a huge fish, me, and a size #16 Ginger Quill. He thought I was the greatest dry fly fishermen in the world back then and he still does. He saw all three of the big fish that I caught by accident as described and I confessed to him about the three Chub's that precipitated the three big Browns in 1994 while on a trip for Salmon in Maine. He still talks about the fish, (26", 23", and a 21" all in one year all on a pre-caught Creek Chub.

I haven't done it for over 25 years (Chumming) so I figure the statute of limitations has run out on me. If in fact you were not fishing but just tossing a bug on the surface of the water for a fish to eat there is no foul. If you follow the natural (that you introduced) with your cast it's a no play.

I loved it, I have also caught three very large Brown Trout after hooking a small Creek Chubs. The first one was on Kettle creek in Pa. back in the early 80's, while the little guy was doing the St. Vitus dance with my fly in his mouth I saw him engulfed by a huge fish. Ascertaining the situation I stripped line from my reel and watched as the big guy swam back under the stump / brush pile combo from whence he had came. After waiting a sufficient time I gently reeled the fish (who barely fought at all) in and keeping an extreme low profile (read that as lying down) I netted him with so little fuss it still seems hard to believe. The fact that the big fish (26") was not hooked and not feeling any pain had to be a factor because he gave very little resistance. If anything I would say he seemed confused when I scooped him up in my net.

When I say low profile I mean LOW! They go nuts when they see you, the lower you can get the less traumatic being caught is for a fish. My opinion that is. I pulled the fly from the Chub who's head was still visible in the big Trouts gullet and by the time my buddy Steve ran down stream to see it all he saw was a huge fish, me, and a size #16 Ginger Quill. He thought I was the greatest dry fly fishermen in the world back then and he still does. He saw all three of the big fish that I caught by accident as described and I confessed to him about the three Chub's that precipitated the three big Browns in 1994 while on a trip for Salmon in Maine. He still talks about the fish, (26", 23", and a 21" all in one year all on a pre-caught Creek Chub.

Been doing the low profile thing since the 60's that's when I figured it out that a cat fish didn't fight much till he saw you cranking the reel. Trout go nuts when they see me, my wife says its the mustache, I thought I was scaring them.

Size 26/28? At my age they are way beyond what I can see, let alone try to tie. Size 20 is really stretching it for me.

I still remember the first time I fished with hoppers. It was in the early 80's. I was in the Air Force and was visiting (flying) with the Montana Air National Guard in Great Falls. I would go out every night after work and hit the public access points, but wasn't doing very good. I mentioned my lack of success to one of the airman and he invited me to fish on his farm the next day. When we hit the river we split up and I thought I was doing great, I had caught 12 or so trout in the 12-16" range, but at lunch he told me of a big bend in the river where he was catching 20" plus browns. So after lunch I went down that direction and hooked into three monsters. The first one was so cocky he didn't even it the fly on the way up, he jumped a couple of feet out of the water and inhaled the hooper on the way down. My eyes must have been as big as saucers! To this day I love hopper season.